Like verses in sacred texts, the animals of Creation’s Bible, may have several possible meanings, depending on where we are on the journey. At some point, Bear’s hibernation will surely hold our much-needed medicine. When circumstances cause us to miss … Read More
Coyote or Wolf? Our deepest knowing either tricks us into or teaches us about furthering our journeys. Though our feelings may protest, all encounters are invitations to Life. Whether positive or negative, every experience offers growth opportunities. Should we hold … Read More
Moving deeper, toward True Self, often requires confronting things we discern in the dark. Authenticity and fear frequently respond to each other. It was a creepy obsession, spiritual stalking, really. When faced with a challenge, he verbally spun a web, … Read More
Appropriate vulnerability vitalized her influence. Because she had a sense of being one with the greater whole, she was unencumbered, and better able to offer Presence. Peace and Mystery were two qualities that accompanied her. Together, she held past, present … Read More
Puffed up plumage, thirty pieces of silver or the road of sorrow. Where were all the grownups? I could not breathe. I was facing a betrayal. Taking in the act, against me, and fanning the flames, with each physical breath, was … Read More
I could hear the pounding of her feet on the sand as she ran through the desert. Soon she would take flight, rising with Spirit’s free birds, to brood over people, mired in their hopelessness. Despairing ones had forgotten how … Read More
Healing, nor transformation, ends with our own. Rooster’s crow was more than a morning alarm. It was a wakeup call to drink in life’s colors and generously pour them out, again. For months, I listened to a rooster from a … Read More
Continued healing: I see ravens every day, gigantic ones. On that particular day, it was dramatically different. Eventually they would lead me into Sacred Womb. I was on my way to check off a list of errands, when group after … Read More
Continued healing: “You’re not dealing with this!” It seemed, to her, that I was doing nothing to correct my situation. For me, waiting was the work. I needed to catch up with myself; to consider the things in my life … Read More
Continued from Alienated Parts: Three caregivers, made a special trip to her room to say, “You are the hands and feet of Jesus.” Two weeks later there was no room in the inn. In the Jesus story, she had gone … Read More
Continued from Mourning: Our alienated parts cry out and we admit a sense of powerlessness. We persist forward, asking for help, often to find additional suffering. “Sell them equipment. Prescribe medication. Keep our patients coming back.” These were management’s orders … Read More
I once quietly boasted about the ways I denied my ego, until I realized that those acts of martyrdom were born of pride. Sometimes seeing opens us to mourning. To get through to the other side, I had to better … Read More